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25 August 2007

Profit before people

The poor don't count, we buy them at bulk rateand they are grateful for a mouldy crustdropped in the gutter, they're lower than dustand should when we can do it be shipped freight.It's not that we these humble beings hatebut that our swords unblooded sit and rustand there's no outlet for our great bloodlust,so we just slaughter them and call it fate.Our enemy was a mere petty despotwho quaked whenever he heard our swift planes,but it was easy on him to pin a crime.So now poor folk are dying out in Mespotin order that our glory never wanesand we preserve our greatness for all time.